The Future.

I try not to think of the future too much these days,
It gets too much to bear if I do;
It wakes the serpent lodged inside,
And wraps it around my rib cage so tightly,
Weaving in and out of ribs so lovingly,
I cannot breathe,
I cannot scream,
I can only sit
With teary eyes
As the snake gnaws at my heart with its poisonous mouth,
And try to imagine what it’ll be like,
When you finally leave,
When our time is over,
Will the serpent devour my heart,
Like did Ammut, a sinner’s,
Heavier than the feather of Ma’at?
Will my soul be cast off into darkness forever,
I must know
For there is no doubt, my dear
That when you leave I shall cease to exist.